How The Guide Escapes The Obsessive Top Novels & Stories

His phone buzzed. Unknown number. You think she chose him? Wait till the results come. Marcus deleted it. 35 hours left. POV: ZARA - INSIDE She lay down on the couch. Damien on the floor. Not touching. Not talking. But both awake. Listening for footsteps. END SCENE Across town, Obasi got the report. "They escaped." Obasi smiled. "Good. Now she’s scared enough to say yes. Make sure the results say Damien."

The man’s expression changed instantly. The woman stiffened. The shadow expanded. And for the first time— Emma understood. Something above all of this had been watching. Waiting. And now— It had decided. The End inside Emma whispered one final warning: WE ARE NO LONGER THE TOP LAYER. The space shattered completely. And something descended.

I caught a glance for a second of what lay beneath the icy surface, someone who knows what it is to be caged, observed, evaluated. "Thank you," I whispered. “For letting me out of there.” "We're married." His face shattered once more, walls sliding into place. "It's what I do." The car lurched forward into traffic, and he was finally outside my space. I missed his warmth instantly, and I hated myself for it. My phone buzzed. A text from Sophie: TMZ already has you two leaving. You look good together. Annoyingly good. I hate it.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

“I touched myself even more than once before coming here. I even… touched myself in the waiting room.” Dr. Hale’s pen froze mid way through his note. In the waiting room? He forced his eyes to meet hers. “You chose to do that or your mind was cloudy?” “Yes. I chosed to do that ” Her gaze was steady and her smile hunted that she was not trying to repentant. “I can’t help it and besides I told you, I needed guidance....I can’t control this obsession alone.” He swallowed hard, his back leaning on his seat trying to maintain professional boundaries. The voice in his head singing weird music and repeating the sins like a mantra in his head. “That’s… risky. You could have been caught. And you shou

Sebastian After a further twenty minutes, we were stuck, and at some point, I realised the lights had gone up, and I knew we were in the home stretch to escaping out of here unscathed. Neither of us spoke after my revelation, but that only led to time to think over the horrors of how quickly I spilt my guts. And how quickly I allowed myself to touch the woman I was now seemingly fawning over. Roger was there, opening the lift with a specially designed crowbar on the twenty-first floor; I peeked outside. Looking with relief to find the offices empty as I allowed myself a moment of resignation that perhaps I really and honestly didn't want nor need Cassidy working alongside me.

“Are you alright, Renzo?” Her soft voice only fueled my arousal. I glanced at the bulge in my pants. “I will be once I take care of this.” Understanding flickered across her face. She mind-linked the omegas, who quickly whisked the babies upstairs. Aza sauntered toward me, her hips swaying, her tank top revealing golden skin and a teasing strip of her stomach.

Harlow tells her. Wait? She's going to be placed in the empty room between Dom and I? Yea, I am certainly fucked. To be continued. This is the end of No Escape Book 1. Thank you for reading. Have a lovely day. Book 2 will be up in the next few weeks.

My nails dug into the arms of the chair as I watched him mercilessly beat the one I identified as Keith, despite the lack of sound I still flinched as his gun went off piercing the now dead man. I could feel the pungent taste of puke itching its way up my throat. "T-turn it off" I shuddered, turning my face from the screen. "Hm, so you're one of those people, well not to spoil it but he cuts off his fingers and stuffs them down his throat so he suffocates" I spun to face Sebastian. His eyes shining with satisfaction, not taking a second to consider the consequences I bolted out of the room and towards the front door.

“Sophia… I…I’m bleeding... I escaped from Dominic’s—” He did what?!